A preponderance of little enigmas, masked faces on the street, couples arm in arm, joggers, a bicyclist trailed by children, teddy bears in the windows peeking out, ready to be seen. Each step back I take into a room of my apartment brings you the viewer further, casts me farther out. Loneliness without solitude predominates. Robins puff their chests and hop from lawn to lawn: E.D.: I dreaded that first Robin, so, / But He is mastered, now, / I’m some accustomed to Him grown, / He hurts a little, though - The spring is too big to be held back. Go forth.